Aiden's Point of View
The glow from my laptop screen casts a dull light across my office as I sit hunched at my desk, fingers stiff from typing. I rub my temple with one hand while the other scrolls through the endless sea of emails. Three months of backlog, and it feels like the mountain only grows with every message I open.
The first email I tackled was from the university in Cape Point, some form about alumni contributions and a request to guest lecture again for the history department. I like to help out at the university from time to time and guest lecture there. And you never know what unexpected girl you might meet there. I had flagged it over a month ago with the intent of giving it serious thought. I respond politely, vaguely, telling them I’ll consider it once things settle dow
